Chapter 1 – The Glasses

The brown haired teenager was freaking out in the middle of the kitchen. Sam Witwicky couldn’t believe what his father had just told him. Was it a blue moon tonight? Were his parents slowly losing their minds? They stood beside each other wondering what the big deal was. He stopped what he was doing and looked at his father, long and hard.

“Are you joking?”

“Why would a kid about these kinds of things, Sam?” his father looked at him, chuckling.

“I don’t know. Maybe you’re playing a sick joke on me,” he sighed. “You’ve done that to me before.”

“Sam!” his mother raised her shrilly voice.

“Okay, alright,” he calmed down and looked at his father. “Let’s make this final. If I get three As and two thousand dollars, you will buy me a car.”

“Just show me the money and the marks. It’s a promise.”

“I’ll make you proud, Dad.”

The teen made a friendly gesture and padded his father on the shoulder. He picked up his backpack and headed towards the door. On his way out, he grabbed some breakfast and padded his Chihuahua on the head. It was the beginning of a glorious day. He couldn’t help but smile all the way to school. He could just imagine himself sitting in his new car, his first car.

Luckily for him the teachers were assigning new projects that were due in under a month. The projects weren’t going to be a problem. The money was. Last time he checked he didn’t have a job and his parents didn’t believe in allowances. He had a month to get the money or he could say bye-bye to his dream of having a car by the middle of the school year.

He was sitting nervously in English class. He kept fidgeting and playing with his binder or any or school supply he could get his hands on. His eyes kept scanning the room and they always landed on one of the cutest and hotest girls in school, Mikaela Banes. He always had a crush on her but that all ended last summer. She was now his step-cousin. It would be awkward and weird if he liked her. When their eyes met she put on her best smile and waved to him.

“Alright, class,” the teacher called their attention. “I will be handing back your assignments from last week and a new one. It will be due next Monday.”

The entire class groaned and complained on the amount of work they had. Sam didn’t really care about the amount of work. All that mattered was if he got an A on it or not. He received his assignment just in time for the bell to ring. His day couldn’t get any better, his first A towards getting his car was from his English project. He was quite impressed with himself.

He grabbed his binder and quickly walked out of the room. It seemed like the entire school was in the hallway. He figured it wasn’t meant to hold over fifteen hundred students and growing each year. The teen walked up to his locker and started to pack up to head home. Today was an excellent day. He had already gotten over one of the first steps towards getting his car and it felt great.

“Hey Sam,” Mikaela’s voice was soft.

“Oh hey,” he closed his locker.

“How’s it going? I haven’t spoken to you in ages.”

“Last summer actually, at my aunt’s wedding. How is she by the way?”

“She’s very caring. It’s different having a mother around. It’s just a little hard to get used to.”

“That’s good… I mean having a mother and all.”

“I guess, I will talk to you later,” she looked around. “Trent has a football game tonight. I don’t want to miss it.”

He nodded and she quickly walked away. It was a shame that she ended up with such a jerk like him. Trent always treaded the girls he dated terribly but they didn’t seem to mind since he was all about looks. Sam wished he could get a nice girl but every time he tried he would always mess it up with his corny pick-up lines. It was a very bad habit of his that he was trying to break.

Sam headed home and started to think of ways to get money and fast. He offered his help to his parents all the time. He would do chores around the house for money. It wasn’t much but in time it would grow into something worth spending. He also set up an EBay account. He was going to sell his junk online. It was the perfect plan. Come one, one man’s garbage is another man’s treasure.

It only took him an hour to scan through his entire room and pick out everything that he didn’t need anymore. He had at least twenty different items that he could do without. Amongst the garbage were his great great grandfather’s precious items that he had kept for his children and then his children’s children and so on.

“Sorry Grandpa,” he said to himself.

He knew his parents would be mad at him for selling family heirlooms but there was no other choice. It wasn’t like he was destroying them. They would just be in someone else’s home and not his. They were his after all. He could do whatever he wanted with them and selling them online was his choice. Come on, old artifacts for a new car. Out with the old and in with the new.

“Let the bidding begin,” he clicked the ‘okay’ button. “Ladiesman217 is going to make some money.”

An hour passed and nothing happened. He was hoping for the artifacts and his other junk to sell quickly but nothing was being sold, yet. He didn’t feel like waiting all night for his money to come to him so he decided to head to bed. Hopefully in the morning something would happen. He changed, climbed into his bed and cuddled up next to his little dog.

Once again the teenager was freaking out but this time in his room. It was an overnight miracle. He never thought anyone would actually buy those old artifacts. He opened his account and saw five hundred dollars in it. A smile crossed his face as he looked at the person who bought them.

“Thank you Bikerbot66,” he laughed. “You just made my day.”

The hustle and bustle around the house was greater than usual. The four children were running around the house putting up decorations, cleaning and placing everything in the right area. They were preparing for their father’s birthday. It wasn’t every day that a man turned half a century old. They were going to celebrate his fifty years of success.

“Adam?” a girl called for her brother. “Has the mail come in yet?”

“Haven’t checked,” he yelled back at her. “Leila, it still could be in the mail box.”

Her curly auburn hair flowed in the wind as she ran towards the mail box. It was quite a long ways away from the house since their summer home was huge. The girl’s parents were very successful and wealthy. They always insisted on showing off their wealth by buying big houses and fancy cars. Leila was quite different from her parents. She was down to earth and sensible and didn’t spend money like it was nothing.

She slowly opened the mail box and saw a large package popping out of it. It was here! After weeks of waiting her father’s present had come in the mail. She was lucky enough to find the perfect gift online. She also couldn’t believe someone had the item just lying around their house. She opened the door to their house and her three brothers were just finishing up.

“So what did you get him?” her blonde brother pointed to the box.

“Something he’s going to love so much.”

Leila slowly opened up the package and pulled out a small black container. She licked her lips and she slowly opened it up to reveal her gift. Her brothers just looked at her in confusion as she awed over the antic glasses she held delicately between her fingers. Two of them walked away and waited for their mother to come home. They were not impressed but the eldest brother showed some interest.

“Where did you get those, Leila?”

“EBay. Some guy was selling them for really cheap. I don’t know why he would sell such a beautiful piece.”

“Dad’s going to love it.”

Thomas was the oldest of the four children. He was in his late twenties and had a successful car repair shop in town. They shared the same curly auburn hair and freckles that covered their entire skin. She had the strongest relationship with him since the other two brothers would just pick on her and playfully beat her up.

The door to their California summer home opened and their mother walked in, alone. Their four pairs of eyes landed on her and she sighed. She was still in her work clothes and her hair was every where. She put down her suitcase and jacket. A sigh escaped her lips as she faced her four children. She couldn’t stand their eyes starring at her, their wide childish eyes.

“Where’s Dad,” Leila stepped forward.

“He’s not coming,” she saw her daughter’s heart break. “He was called away on business at the last minute.”

“No…I got the perfect gift for him,” she hung her head.

“You could always send it to him. I have the address of the hotel he is staying at.”

Her heart rose as her mother began to write down the address. Leila had always been very close with her father. After all she was his little princess being the only daughter among their children. She took the address, repackaged the glasses and sent it off. It would take two days for it to reach her father. She was excited to hear from him. She had a wide smile on her face as she imagined his reaction. She couldn’t wait.

“I hope he likes it,” she looked at her mother.

“He loves anything you give him, Sweetie.”

“I know,” she smiled.

The four children started to put away all the decorations and the cake. They had worked so hard to get the place all jazzed up. It didn’t take long for them to take everything down. Leila had some dinner before heading up to her room. She put on the TV as she changed out of her party attire. She suddenly stopped brushing her teeth and slowly walked into her bedroom.

On the TV screens were sightings of meteor showers and big shadows moving about. She, herself, had experienced a normal meteor shower but it didn’t sound like anything the reporter was telling them, large space rocks transforming into metal beings and running off. It sounded completely sci-fi and made up. People would say anything to get their face plastered on the front page of the news paper.

Sam’s heart was racing. He thought it was going to explode in his chest at any moment. Looming right over him was a colossal advanced robot that didn’t seem friendly at all. It was smashing the ground around it demanding for Ladiesman217 and the glasses displayed in that account. The brunette couldn’t think. He froze up as soon as the robot showed itself.

“WHERE ARE THE GLASSES!!” it yelled in the blind rage.

“I don’t have them.”

“ARGH!”

Sam got off the car just in time to hear it being trampled to piece by the now enraged mechanical monster. This hadn’t been his day at all. First he was being followed by his new car which was driving by itself and now a robotic transforming police car was demanding for his great grandfather’s old glasses. Something he didn’t have anymore. Things had only been getting worse ever since he bought that old beaten up Camaro.

He ran. It was the only thing he could think of. Running away seemed to be a good idea. He couldn’t stop because his impending doom was only a few hundred feet behind him. When he thought he was safe his car came rolling up behind him. It rolled up right next to him, stopped and the side door flung open.

“It wants me to get in,” he said to himself.

He head snapped around to see the death robot heading towards him. Getting into his stoker-car seemed to be the greatest idea at the moment. He jumped inside and it immediately drove away. Anyone that saw the two cars driving would think that it was a normal police chase since their pursuer was a demonic police car.

“Where are you taking me?” Sam demanded, in total panic.

There was no answer. Sam held on to anything he could find. He had never driven this fast before and every turn he took, he would hold on to the car for dear life. The car stopped near the power plant and Sam quickly jumped out. He turned around just in time to see his car transform.

It was slowly growing into something he had only seen once the different parts of the car moving aside to reveal the more technical being. The only thing he could hear was the metal clanging together and other parts sliding against each other. Within seconds, his new car had changed into a foreign advanced robot. His mouth was wide open in awe. It was quickly replaced by fear as the police car drove up and transformed.

The two were in their battle stances. The teenager moved out of the way as they charged at each other. His eyes widened as there was a performance of sparks and loud clanks. He couldn’t believe he was watching such a spectacle. Other people could only imagine such a battle.

The fight seemed to be flashing before he eyes. Sam didn’t know if it was the adrenaline speeding things up or him not believing any of this was happening. Next thing he knew, the evil police car was lying motionless in a pile of rubble. A good portion of the power planet was destroyed and sparks were flying every where. His car slowly walked up to him and stood there, watching him.

“Is that thing dead?” he kept glancing over at the pile. “What do we do now?”

There were different radio clips coming from it. Sam looked around and tried to make something from it. He looked up at the giant yellow robot for help. It just shook its head and transformed back into the classic Camaro. The brunette hesitated before walking over and climbing into the car. He was going to find it very difficult to talk to a car that could only speak through the radio.

On the drive to where ever they were doing Sam’s mind kept wondering. Would anyone actually believe him about his car transforming? Maybe everything that’s been happening is only a crazed dream? He inhaled deeply and looked out the window to see where they were going. He didn’t want to ask since he knew the car could only talk with radio clips but he took the chance anyway.

“Where are you taking me?”

The car turned down a dark alleyway and stopped halfway through. Sam got out of the car and looked around. There was nothing special about the area and he looked up at his transformed car. It stood there waiting for something. Ambulance sirens could be heard and his head snapped around to see three cars coming towards them. He turned around to see a truck coming towards him.

“What’s… wha…”

He couldn’t quite get the words out of his mouth since the newly arrived vehicles were transforming. There were more of these guys? Are they like the police robot? The teen was once again amazed by transition, every piece of the vehicle had a placed and it formed a giant being. The giant truck slowly bent down to look at the teenager who was in shocked. He looked right into the glowing lenses of the machine. He could fell them scanning him

“Are you Sam Witwicky?” the robot’s voice boomed.

“Uh…eh…yes…” he said it as slow as possible.

“I’m Optimus Prime. I am the leader of the Autobots.”

“Auto…bots…” he was still in complete shock.

“We have come here from across the galaxy looking for the Allspark which we believe in on this planet.”

“Allspark?”

The Autobot looked around at his companions and then down at the human. The robot figured he had some explaining to do if the human was going to understand their situation. He introduced the other Autobots and explained the reason behind their journey to Earth. The entire time Sam just looked at them but he was taking in all the information until they mentioned the glasses. The brunette’s heart stopped and his eyes locked onto the Autobot’s optical lenses.

“We need those glasses to find the Allspark before the Decepticons do.”

“There’s one little problem,” Sam spoke up.

All the robots looked at him. He could feel their gaze and he was terrified to tell them the truth. Their story seemed believable and very dangerous for the human race and Earth. They had put so much weight on his shoulders in such a short time. He could feel the weight becoming greater when he looked up at him.

“I don’t have the glasses,” he finally said.

“WHAT!” Optimus raised his voice ever more. “Do you know where they are now?”

“The only thing I know…is-is that a person name Bikerbot66 bought them.”

“This isn’t good,” the Autobot leader stood up. “It could already be too late.”

“Isn’t there any other way to find this Allspark,” Sam was trying to help out.

“Not that we know of,” Optimus was in deep thought. “We are going to have to scatter and look for this Bikerbot66. Report if you find anything that might lead us to him.”

“I’m sorry,” Sam looked down, ashamed.

“It is not your fault, Sam,” the Autobot leader reassured him. “It is our fault for not arriving sooner. Ready, Autobots? Let’s roll out.”

Bumblebee shrank back into the bright yellow Camaro. Sam stepped into the car and they headed back to his house. The more he though about it the more weight was being put on his shoulders. Why couldn’t he have just kept the heirlooms? He just had to sell his junk for a new car. Now the world was doomed because he was being selfish and needed a car. He sighed and tried not to think of his huge mistake.